quarta-feira, 31 de agosto de 2011

A place called home

















Wish so much and try to learn not to wish, focusing on forgetting myself by remembering only where truth lies
Means nothing except a place called home
where the head lies
and nothing else except for that life that only wishes for more love and learns how to give more in a never ending cycle...
A place called home is an endless river that dives to the ocean, a fig opening with the sun burn, a flower shining with fresh mist and...
Have you ever made someone happy that tears would fall... or a child's smile or a friend's hug...
Home is someone's eyes speaking without words and moves without it's presence...
It's there and everywhere inside you and when you'll embrace it to the one in an eternal hug.

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